Elise

Elise turned her lips towards Ron as he slid his hand inside her midriff baring white top, quickly finding and encompassing her small, pert & braless breast, delighting in the delicate sensation of her nipple against his palm while Elise’s head tilted at an angle to allow a tight airlock kiss. Their tongues danced across one another, soft and moist in a gentle mock sword-fight. Elise’s eyes closed and with his free hand Ron pulled her to him. Her scent was intoxicating, floral and light. Blissful almost.

Elise pressed herself to Ron, crushing herself against his erection which she could feel pressing hard against her stomach through both of their clothing. Elise was not passive or slow in letting Ron know what she wanted either. With a sudden flick of her wrist, her dainty right hand shot down the front of his pants and grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock and began tugging at it. Ron responded in kind, hauling her skirt up and grabbing at her pussy through her daisy-duke denim shorts, pressing his fingers hard into her sex. Elise gasped a little, then broke the embrace for long enough to rapidly divest herself of her top and shorts, almost falling over as she hopped on one leg to pull them down and kick them off. Ron for his part popped two buttons on his shirt in his haste to get it off and was obviously too slow for Elise as she began pulling at his waist band turning his pants inside-out as they peeled off him.

Naked in all the places that mattered, Ron and Elise sank onto the sofa, Ron’s cock sliding along Elise’s inside thigh until it pressed against her waiting pussy lips then in a moment he was inside her. Warm and wonderful. He took a mental multi-dimensional photograph of her, trying to remember her exactly as this moment, with her 18 year old pussy clamped around him, her slim legs wrapped around him, her breath hot against his neck, her long blonde hair covering his face and his hands on her delicate back. Then he began to push.

Elise responded immediately, matching his rhythm, going with him thrust for thrust. Ron felt her fingernails, gently tracing tramlines on his back as he began switching up the gears, driving gradually harder and faster against her. Elise grabbed hold of his ear lobe with her teeth, sending hot steamy breath into his ear while pushing her pubis firmly against him every time he thrust into her, but said nothing with words. Ron knew exactly what she was saying though and maintained his steady rhythm, arms under her, gripping her shoulders from behind to allow himself complete purchase to send his cock driving hard into her over and over and over again. Ron could feel Elise willing him on, like he was in a long distance race and she was his jockey.

Ron raised himself up on his hands in a press-up position so that he could see the beautiful youth beneath him while he fucked her. She was magnificent he thought, diligently skewering her pussy while he watched her, covered in a thin film of sweat.

Elise wasn’t having this though and grabbed and rolled Ron so that she ended up on top. Eager for more, and in control of the pace, Elise started slamming away hard on top of Ron, and he knew it would not be long before he came. He was a little surprized to discover though that Elise had beaten him to it. He watched her face contort and she started to lose strength in her arms as her pussy rippled contractions on Ron’s cock. “Oh Ron. Yes. Fuck me! Yes!”, she cried out.

Determined to oblige, Ron grabbed her around the waist, providing support, and started thrusting up into her as hard and fast as he could. Her small breasts bounced wildly, fascinating Ron, as his seed gushed freely inside his friend’s little sister.

Afterwards, Ron lay on his back, with Elise’s head on his chest, both of them flushed with their exertions. Elise turned her head up to look at Ron, trailing her blonde hair across his torso, “So what was this note thing you wanted to tell me about?” she said mischievously.